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Gates Open, Astronaut Fan 2 by John

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Gates Open, Astronaut Fan 2

Alternative Rock,Neutral Vocals

0:003:39
Lyrics
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[Verse 1]
The gates are open — the key is in his eye,
A man who keeps his compass stitched to midnight skies.
His heart has spoken like a radio gone live,
Smoke halos in red neon where the old ghosts ride.
[Pre-Chorus]
Up on the metal stairs the city holds its breath,
We watch him steady fingers like a promise kept.
Will the latch unwind or hold us in the same? —
He draws a map in smoke and calls an empty name.
[Chorus]
I’m a passenger on a silver plan,
Counting constellations with an empty hand.
We lift like loose coins from a city that can’t stand —
The gates are open, take me to whatever lands.
[Verse 2]
He keeps a forty-ounce bottle warming in his palm,
A relic for the road that keeps a rhythm calm.
On a spaced-out rocket ship he folds a paper dream,
Last cigarette a comet, trailing stained-glass steam.
[Pre-Chorus]
The skyline takes the pulse of every small goodbye,
He smiles at ruined postcards, watches streetlights die.
No anchor but the orbit of his stubborn plan —
He moves like someone braided to a different strand.
[Chorus]
I’m a passenger on a silver plan,
Counting constellations with an empty hand.
We lift like loose coins from a city that can’t stand —
The gates are open, take me to whatever lands.
[Bridge]
Between static and the hum the rocket finds its voice,
A spool of breath, a paper heart, a broken choice.
We ride the blackout ribbon where the old maps end,
One small ignition and the galaxy’s a friend.
[Post-Bridge Hook]
The gates are open — key in his eye,
The gates are open — don’t we all want to fly?
(The gates are open)
[Chorus — Evolved]
I’m a passenger on a silver plan,
I trade my pocket change for stars across the span.
We sing at midnight, and the chorus learns to stand —
The doors swing wider as we reach for something grand.
[Final Chorus — Confession]
I’m only a patron because I’m an astronaut fan,
I watch him burn like temple fire and reach where I began.
Fold my small devotion into maps I cannot land —
The gates are open — take my hand, take my hand.
[Outro]
The gates are open, the key is in his eye,
A man whose heart has spoken, and the night replies.
On a spaced-out rocket ship we trade our reason plans —
We are patrons and we’re dreaming, astronaut fans.
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